*waking from a dream* 'I wish these dreams would go away' Saraphine thinks to herself as she gathers her belongings to move on.

'Maybe I should just go to this place, The Black Raven Inn, so these dreams will go away and I can sleep for once.'

*She gathers herself and packs her little satchel*"Lovely, Here girl" Saraphine calls for her white German Shepard.

"I wish you would quit wondering off like that" she says as she pats Lovely on the head.

Just kicking in a jam, working my way around learning to go by feel. so if somethings in the wrong place, it's not always on purpose. I accept instruction grudgingly, tolerate criticism if it's constructive and made with a kiss attatched, more later.

The freakish little leader of the orchestra, newly imported from Sicily to New York, tossed his conductor's wand excitedly through the air, drowning with musical thunders the hum of conversation and the clatter of plates.

*hearing the exclamation about the bartender, or lack thereof, Deadend swings the door open wide*

Lousy?? I didn't think I was THAT bad. *L* You never complained before, LB.

*Deadend enters the Black Raven Inn dressed as he always had in his saner moments...tightly creased black dress pants, nearly reflective black shoes, a white silk shirt and blood red smoking jacket...his dark brown hair combed neatly atop his head*

Deadend
8 May 2001